Five years later, at the Imperial College.
Shao Qinghe was led by the newly appointed Master Zhao Wu of the Imperial College to sit by a window.
She took out books from her book basket and spread them open.
"The Mandate of Heaven is called nature, following nature is called the Way, cultivating the Way is called teaching. The Way is such that you cannot deviate from it even for a moment; to deviate is to lose the Way."
Zhao Wu sat in front of her, starting the lesson.
For each statement from the teacher, she, eager to learn and approving, would nod her head. Maintaining this state, until school was dismissed. She slid off the chair.
The scene began to whisper secretly.
"How did she end up here?"
"Miss Jin, you know her?"
"How could I not know her? But isn't she a five-year-old little girl, shouldn't she be learning from Mr. Liu instead of running to our place for what?"
Shao Qinghe was the youngest here.
The students around her were all four or five years older than her.
